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All things, or at least some things, are possible. What's possible for you today?

I am jet-lagged all to hell. And it's weird for Patty to be one hour behind me instead of five hours ahead of me now. Although it is a vast improvement, although one hard to enjoy with the current state of the Internet. I did send her cute pictures of me and acquire her chocolate filled with booze though in lieu of working vid chat.

Thank you all for being so helpful lately. I know I've been a lot "help, LJ, answer this question," as my digital resources are not what I'm used to. You have helped and been gracious. Thank you!

You know, when one of the guys I'm sharing the corporate flat with said to me, "We're cool as long as you don't mind that I sleep with Star Trek DVD's playing in the background all night every night" I thought he was joking. He was too normal and cool seeming to ... bad me. We are all nerds now, and I'm cooking and hearing the ST:TNG blaring in his room. Too funny. I could tell him stories. But I won't.

Like my last visit, church bells ring at all hours, but not to call the hour. It if was for calling the hour it would be more remarkable. But there were bells at 10 and now 11:30 and they show up often in the night too. I do not know what they mark. In a country that didn't ban minarets it would be quaint or moving, but here I find it disturbing.

How you know you're in Switzerland: "Take the first left at the large white plastic cow."

I have another idea! There can never be too many ideas, right? It's like more lottery tickets.

(Actually, I have this whole feeling about this lately; like once you get past this idea that if you don't execute on all your ideas you're some sort of fraud and that if the point of being a creative person is to have ideas, then you naturally have a lot more ideas and you execute on a lot more ideas, because you're no longer living in terror that too many ideas is inappropriate, unprofessional, or going to end in tragedy when death eventually prevents you from doing everything. The second you give yourself permission not to finish everything, the more avenues you can explore and the more shit you do finish -- it's great, and, for me, seems like this grown-up sort of accepting death thing. Say it with me: Concept testing is not a lack of commitment. All things end, but hey, let's race!)

Anyway, this idea: this is an anthology. I'm trying to just sort of ask around with some useful questions here and there, it can be "in development" until it needs to be something else. But it's an idea I really like. I don't want to put ALL my energy into it, but if it's doable, I think it's a good thing that really serves. So if anyone works in general-interest nonfiction publishing and wants me thinking thoughts at them, get in touch, yes? Thnx.

Right now, as I begin to compose this at 12:25am here (so it's still Tuesday for the Americas, although it's now 7:57am here as I continue it), I have fielded a interview request for Dogboy & Justine and dropped some email to other people potentially involved in that, chatted the show with Erica, randomly brainstormed ever so slightly the idea in the previous bullet point, and am now fielding writing from Kali for that collaboration. The part that made it super fun? Edie dropping me a line about the wonder of doing this while on a junket. Word. TOO BAD THE INTERNET DOESN'T WORK.

We're now up to 47 backers for a total of $2,190 for Dogboy & Justine. This means we have to raise just under $70 per day for the next 55 days. Later (probably much later), I'll be writing my "Wicked Wednesday" entry to give you another reason why you might want to help.

This is how you do it: A not very deep interview with Luhrmann that has a couple of really intriguing moments in it -- that unanswered fill-in-the-blank is image-making gold. Because on one hand, you speculate. But on the other hand, it's just savvy. You gotta keep something back, folks, even if it doesn't exist. Benefit's the same, either way.

Oh! I neglected to mention the other day that my hair dresser was "concerned" about my grey. I wanted to holler. Granted, I am concerned about my grey too because I don't know what to do about it. But before I get into that, stop trying to up-sell me and pay attention to cutting my fucking hair.

Anyway, I think grey can look great on people of both genders, especially people with young faces or a lot of face to carry the grey so they don't look washed out -- that'd be me.

However, as a woman, grey, no matter how hot it looks, codes to all sort of things that aren't useful to me and are too misogynistic to even mention here. Of course, I'm more personally responsive to a male coding of it, which is hot, but that's all well and good, I can only make what's going on in my head so present in your head. But I don't feel like dyeing over my damn grey. But I also feel dissatisfied that it's not more grey (because I'd like to not be treated like a child, which as a woman who looks very young I often am). And am horrified that I'm even having this discussion with you, oh Internet.

In other vanity-based complaints, DAMN are my legs covered in bruises from dragging all my crap through planes, trains and automobiles.

It's no longer a good choice for me, but it's a great choice for a lot of people. If you're interested in playing therealljidol sign-ups are now, check the community for details.

WHAT IS GOING ON OVER THERE? A supporter of Rand Paul stomps on a woman's head at a political rally.

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Oh! I neglected to mention the other day that my hair dresser was "concerned" about my grey. I wanted to holler.

You are such a model of decorum and restraint. I would have skipped over wanting to holler right to throttling the hairdresser. "Concerned"? REALLY? Christ.

But I don't feel like dyeing over my damn grey.

My Aunt began going salt and pepper by the age of 25. By 30, she had a head full of the shiniest silver hair. At 55, the silver is not quite as bright, but still glorious. She keeps it at a length similar to yours in your icon, and she looks fantastic. She has never dyed it.

If you don't wanna dye it, don't! I'll bet you'd look smashing!